Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song God Send, artist - Pharoahe Monch. Album song Internal Affairs, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 17.10.2019
Record label: Trescadecaphobia
Song language: English
God Send |
| My mom is in the bedroom, crying again |
| Sister’s on the street corner, lying again |
| Just heard about another one of my niggas dying again |
| I’m trying again to make moves |
| I’ll be damned if we go hungry |
| Ever since my pops passed, the responsibilities belonged to me |
| This song you see is like an ode to God |
| That he blessed my last breath to be Allahu Akbar |
| And this city is hard, tenement buildings are barred |
| Incarcerated and scarred, no sentiment for when it becomes time for war |
| I’m trying to score like Bernard King |
| My vocal box sling verbal cocaine like the government |
| I told you I’d hurt the music |
| Travelling back, busting shots at (*gunshots*) before Christ was persecuted |
| Mathematically, we live at right angles |
| Fuck the Star Spangled, the mayor’s the fallen angel |
| Dangling from moon crescents, I persevere, breathe the air |
| Inhale the effervescence of life |
| This street game is stifling I’m trifling, upholding a rifle |
| Peering from behind the eyes of God, we at odds with ourselves |
| What is it worth when this barren metropolis prevail? |
| Scale the walls of hell, trail of a octopus |
| I’ve seen it all through the eyes of a needle |
| Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people |
| Niggas’ll never learn (Shit) we just concerned about |
| Who’s fucking who, when time is of significance |
| Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent |
| Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal |
| Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil |
| Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel |
| Incarcerated Scarfaces in all places |
| Crack sales rise, failed lives, cops and robber car chases |
| Y2K fuck up, you’re left faceless |
| Hustlers bury money in Garcia Vega cigar cases |
| Give the drummer some pianos, guitar basses |
| Trumpet in tune, Pharoahe and Prince legitimate reasons for why they thumping |
| Hi, I’m the most endangered species |
| By all means, survival is what I teach these |
| First time offenders catching seven to fifteen |
| Now my vision of life is hell and heaven on split screen |
| Bust your shit like Mitch Greene (Snitch), I switch scenes |
| Bring drama to that ass, that’s how we on it in Queens (What?) |
| Stray bullets continue shattering dreams, battering spleens |
| I’m gathering schemes, had only cream just as bad as a fiend |
| Take food from a table and get drunk to your death |
| Now feel it in your heart from the love in my breath |
| I’ve seen it all through the eyes of a needle |
| Depletion of the planet, brainwash of the people |
| Niggas’ll never learn (Shit) we just concerned about |
| Who’s fucking who, when time is of significance |
| Ghost, we disregard the most magnificent |
| Eat of the fruit that is poisonous and lethal |
| Stuck in the crux of the spell with the evil |
| Credits about to roll and hell is the sequel |